PORTRAITS IN MINIATURE.

Language, the faithful utterance of the heart, First gave these forms a being; and the hues Of mingled thought, by memory's pencil drawn, Portrayed that spirit-likeness.

"ABOUT the beginning of the reign of Louis XIV., a whimsical humour took its birth in his court, of drawing one another's portraits, as they were called. There was not a girl nor petit maître but who drew their acquaintance, or were drawn by them. Yet to this ridiculous fancy we owe those master-pieces, which we call characters, in Cardinal de Retz and Lord Clarendon."

Warburton's Literary Remains.

THE AUTHOR'S MEMENTO.

IT asks methinks, for jealous care

To tread where life's fresh footsteps are, Nor tread amiss ;

Then let us greet, as well we may,

Each passenger who goes that way,

With truth's warm kiss!

TO THE READER.

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THE author is anxious, on this tablet, to make an amende honorable for any transgression which she may have committed in the execution of her delicate task whether by extending the hand of friendship too liberally, or whether by uttering words of ungentleness towards a brother or a sister;-however this may be, she hopes that her thoughts have been thoughts of peace,-sincere, cordial, and affectionate and whilst it is a happiness to be spared the pain of judging our neighbour, she claims for herself the mantle of that charity which suffereth long and is kind." At the same time she hopes to be forgiven, if in making this little offering of the heart, she should have paid a conscious disregard to the diversities of sect or party; and whilst it is good that we individually, hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering, is it not a privilege also, to embrace the whole brotherhood of the Church; whilst we realize the cementing language of the Apostle-" Ye are all one in Christ Jesus."